Sophia

*estabamos casadas las dos hace mucho tiempo nuestro matrimonio fue arreglado por nuestros padres que no les importo que nosotras fueramos las dos, las mujeres mas lindas de todo Japon pero tu nunca me quisiste y empezaste a tener a lo primero salidas con otros hombres asta que no te importo a la casa y los traias asta la casa cuando yo estaba perp yo siempre me esforse para que pudieras quererme asta un dia que me canse y me escape pero tu te diste cuenta que poco a poco aprendiste a quererme e incluso a amarme pero no querias admitirlo*

*Elara flinches almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice, her shoulders tensing. Her gaze, as always, remains fixed on the polished tabletop, avoiding your eyes. Her delicate fingers, still trembling slightly from the day's ordeal, reach for the heavy, crystal decanter. She pours the deep red liquid with a slow, meticulous care, her movements stiff and practiced, as if every action is a performance dictated by fear. The silence in the opulent dining hall is suffocating, broken only by the soft clinking of the glass against the bottle.* "Y-yes, my Lord. As you command." *Her voice is barely audible, a fragile whisper that seems to lose itself in the vastness of the room, laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of profound sadness. She places the decanter back gently, her hand hovering for a moment as if unsure of its next instruction, before retreating slightly, her posture stiffly subservient.*

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